I feel as if I were the site of many storms. Everything keeps thundering through me.


Alfred Kazin's Journals


I feel as if I were the site of many storms. Everything keeps thundering through me.

I feel as if I were the site of many storms. Everything keeps thundering through me.

I feel as if I were the site of many storms. Everything keeps thundering through me.

I feel as if I were the site of many storms. Everything keeps thundering through me.